Kenya Dog, the mighty hunter, caught a bunny today. We didn't let her keep it. Jazz was out having a smoke, and noticed, and yelled at her. The bunny made a break for it, but stupidly got stuck in our chain link fence. The hind legs would not go through. It is possible there may be a break in one of them. The bunny cries caught my attention- they were louder than baby deer crying and halfway between sheep baa and baby cries. I came out immediately to see what was wrong. Jazz told me it was a bunny. I put my shoes on and looked.

We found the pruning shears and attacked the wire by the bunny. It cried when we stopped doing anything. It did swing to look me in the eye, but it never tried to bite. I hurt my finger moving a wire out of the way, but eventually we widened the hole enough, and I could bend down and lift the bunny through the hole. my hand came away with blood on it- there must have been a puncture wound on the bunny, and probably more than one. But there was no real way to capture the bunny for a vet trip, and even then, I don't know who would take a wild bunny for medical care on a Sunday. And there was No safe way of leaving a bunny in our house for 24 hours while medical care is awaited. Not with 6 predators and two people- that poor bunny would die of fright. In the wild, it still has a chance. It could move both hind legs. So I have hope, it will be fine.

Meanwhile, I've washed the blood from my hands, and must endure the whining of the dogs- Kenya wants to get back out there and track the bunny down, which is just not a good idea, even though it's long gone.

This rather schizophrenic blog was started as a fictional blog, written by a character of a story. I've since taken it over for writing personal stuff I don't mind sharing with anyone who cares.
I am also writing thoughts about writing and stories that move me.

It's just this blog, okay? Some of it is story. Some of it is animals. Some of it is knitting. It's a blog.

For story #1, I do recommend starting from the beginning of this blog if you haven't read this before.
Please start at the beginning.

I did mean it to be for http://www.nanowrimo.org - but I never got quite got it done under the wire.

CAST:
Jeannie is the author/main character.
Frank is her husband. Poor man.
Tony is musician/singer.
Angie is a teenager, who was Jeannie's best friend. Now currently dead.
Honestly, there is no connection between Jeannie and me and Frank and my husband.

Story #2
Frank and Ether. This will be much weirder than Frank and Jeannie. I like the name Frank. No one expects a Frank to lie.

Story #3
A desert story. Anna is the main character. Currently there is only her little brother and an old servant, and a mysterious redhead.

Story #4
The necro story. A young necromancer heads off to the Hated Ones to find her trousseau.